Page 172 of Sweet Temptation

I groaned, pulling out of her. I blew out a breath. “Deal.” I did up my pants, awkwardly, fighting down the hard-on. “At your place. I want you on your knees in your studio with that hot ass of yours in the air.”

She lit up with a big, sex-satisfied smile. “I like your style, Ronan Sterling.”

I like your everything.

I caught my breath as I watched her trying to sort out her tangled panties; they’d ended up hooked around one ankle, caught on her sexy shoe. I sat down on the small couch and just watched her get dressed without another word.

Yeah. I was falling for her. There was no question of that in my mind.

I wondered if she knew it, too.

I wondered if I’d love it, or if it would scare me to death.

I didn’t even know what the fuck I was doing. I’d never been in this position before.

I’d definitely never come close to falling in love with one of my clients.

Bodyguards didn’t fall in love.

They weren’t supposed to get all wrapped up in the lives of their clients, and they definitely weren’t supposed to fall in love with them.

And yet… that was exactly what I was doing.

It wasn’t just the hot-as-fuck sex.

It wasn’t just how she looked or the primal turn-on of being in the position of protecting her.

It was her.

I knew who I was and what I wanted. I knew my own mind.

I knew my own heart. Cold and dead as it once was…

Right now, it was pumping with life. And Summer Sorensen was about to steal it right out from under me.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Summer

My band and I were hanging out at an event. Another VIP listening party, for yet another album release that wasn’t ours.

I was getting envious of this shit.

But I showed up, like Brody asked me to do. I made my rounds, made sure I was seen, and I took note of who was here. Because they all better be at the album release party for my band next year.

This party was for the latest album from another Vancouver-based band, Breakneck. They’d been recording in Toronto this year, and while there was a hell of a lot of gossip that the band was on the verge of imploding, they’d managed to finish the album; those rumors had been circulating steady for the last couple of years, but so far, still no breakup for Breakneck.

The first two singles off the album were releasing to the public at midnight, and we got to hear them first at the exclusive party at the Artemis Club. The album was damn good. And other than their lead guitarist Johnny O’Reilly’s general reputation as an egotistical asshole, the rest of the guys in Breakneck were cool.

I spent some time chatting with them, then made my way through the party, saying hello to everyone I knew.

The whole time, Ronan stayed close to me—definitely closer than Ash or Xander’s bodyguards stayed to them. But he didn’t touch me or join in the conversation, and I didn’t introduce him to anyone.

We’d been sleeping together for almost two weeks now, and to say neither of us could get enough would be an understatement.

The man was basically ruining me for any other lover.

I already knew that by the time we got back to the bed and breakfast after our first fuck in that car, and he took me on the bed—after making out with me as he undressed me and kissing me all over, for like an hour. Whatever professional reservations he’d had about touching me before that night had obviously been abandoned in favor of unleashing his alpha self all over me.

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